A moderate air,
the air that blows my hair.
Trees are dancing,
and I hear the birds swiftly chirping.
Sweet smell of apple pie,
on my grandma's house nearby.
Those beautiful flowers that bloom,
I want to put them on my room.
The sky is so blue,
that I want to be true...
True to my nature,
because it shapes my future.
Waters in the river are so nice.
I used them to rinse my eyes.
To look at those wonderful shape of clouds,
It take me many rounds.
I imagine myself flying in that sky,
to fly with birds so I want to try.
Or maybe I could just lay my head,
onto this soft grass as soft as a camp bed.
I closed my eyes and feel the breeze,
that made me freeze.
I love to be in this place,
'cause I feel your face.
Near my crimson cheeks,
I hear my body squeaks.
The smell of your perfume,
is like an addiction to opium.
But don't you worry,
Because I'm not crazy.
I just wanted to be with you this season,
and this is the reason.
It's because I love you,
this spring season describes our love.
The love that I build for a long time with you.
'Tis the season we build for our sweet and forever love that we have.
-monadieu's original poem-
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Life in Poems
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